Before reading this, I had gone through a plethora of children’s books such as: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, The BFG, Because of Winn-Dixie, The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane, and Matilda. So, my mind was looking for something new. Something with lots of “scope for the imagination” that was also insightful and a little tragic.
That’s when I came across The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman hiding in my backpack with other titles such as: Sing, Unburied, Sing, and Beartown (stories I am eager to read). Neil Gaiman's book was the smallest option being less than a couple hundred pages, and the most enticing with tales of a forgotten past and an “ocean” the size of a small pond.
This story is one of those that you wish could be made into a movie only so that more people would see it and feel what you felt, but it is also one of those stories that you are glad is not a movie because no director (no matter how skilled) would ever get it right.
To adults who miss childhood, I recommend this book. It serves as a nearly perfect fictional recollection of events from a young boy’s life with the added insight of the same boy, except all grown-up.
I just want to thank Neil Gaiman for a beautiful story of a magical and tragical childhood.
I hope this encourages you to read The Ocean at the End of the Lane.
I don’t think I can look at any pond the same way again.